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Why was I not consulted beforehand?

Chris and I are going away for a "romantic weekend" in June, which means, in part, that I'm going to have a whole day to myself in a hotel room. I'm so excited about this, I can hardly type. I do have one complaint, however: Why oh why can't the new Harry Potter book come out that weekend, instead of one month later in July? It's not that I'm all that into Harry Potter, but I do want to read the new one, and I know that once I start reading the new book I won't want to put it down. So that weekend in June would be perfect. I wonder if I could plead my case to the publisher, maybe they'll slip me an advance copy?...Yeah, probably not.

This mis-scheduling happened with Harry Potter 6 too. It came out in July 2005, ten days after Phoebe was born, and the only time I was able to read it was when Phoebe was nursing and Mallory was otherwise occupied. Now, when Mallory was a newborn reading and nursing was a cinch, because she was an easy baby and just lay there cooperatively on her Boppy as she ate and then fell asleep; I could just hold the book with my opposite hand and life was swell. Phoebe was much more difficult to get settled and I had to support her head in bizarre ways, and she didn't much like being on the Boppy. I still tried valiantly to make it work; however, I think I did permanent damage to the nerves in my shoulder from trying to balance a 10-pound baby and that 10-pound-book in my lap all at once. So an earlier publication date for that book would've been helpful too.

It's so irritating, when the world doesn't revolve around you.

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aimee said…
agreed.

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